Song Details: Yeah I Got the Devil on My Phone Lyrics by Yeat . The song name is Monëy so big which is sung by Yeat
Yeah I Got the Devil on My Phone Lyrics
Yeah, My Money Big Body, My Money Tonka
No, I Don’t Need You, I Really Don’t Want You (Damn, Trgc Made That?)
My Money Be Twerkin’, My Money Do Dances (Woah)
Yeah, Shut Up
I Already Heard You, I Don’t Wanna Answer
You Ruin Everything You Touch, You a Cancer (Yeah, Yeah)
Yeah, I’m on the Side Where We Win, No
You Not That Guy ’cause I’m Him, Yeah
I Ride That Big Body Right Out the Lot, It’s a Gle, Came With a Tint
I Don’t Wanna Hear None of the Sh_t That You Sayin’, You Cap Out Your Chinny-chin-chin
I’m Rockin’ the Latest Designer, the Finest of Fur, That’s That Chinchilla Skin
They Tryna Copy the Wave and I Told Them They Can’t Even Surf a Wave on It, Yeah
They Steady Been Copying My Sound, They Some Birds, They a Parrot if I’m Being Honest, Yeah
Why You Been Cappin’ ’bout Your Whole Life?
How Is You Rappin’ ’bout a Whole Lie?
How You Stay Rappin’ ’bout These Damn Drugs You Ain’t Ever Tried Once Your Whole Life?
Yeah, These Kids Is Some Motherf^ckin’ Burgers, I’m Callin’ Them Five Guys
Yeah, These Kids Frier Than a Grease Ball, Yeah, He Fried-fried
I Just Pulled Up in That Bentley, That Bih Got Them Frog Eyes
They Tryna Bite the Swag but They Bihes Biting Our D^cks
I Count Every Time She Sucked Me Up, This a Hundred and Sixty Licks
Can’t Even Count the Songs I Made in a Month, That’s a Hundred and Sixty Hits
They Say, “yeat, You Keep on Evolving, How You So Steady With It?”
They Say, “yeat, How Your Pockets Swollen? You Gotta Show Me That Sh_t”
‘bout to Tell You How I’m Doin’ and Sh_t
I Got the Devil on My Phone, He Told Me, Keep Doin’ This Sh_t
Yeah, Devil Taught Me How to Get Rich
Yeah, How Many Bands? 6-6
Twizz in a Minivan, Couple of Big Sticks
Bih ’bout to Ride Me Like She on a Ripstik
Yeah, They Said, “what’s That Red on Your Chest?” I Told ’em, “that’s Your Bih Lipstick”
Yeah, I Pulled Up in a Tonka and a Helicopter, I’m Goin’ Nuts
Yeah, I Had a Fifty Band and I Turned It to a Honeybun
Didn’t Even Need to Go Sign Me a Deal for These Flawless Diamonds, Bih, I’m Already Up
I Got a Lil’ Thotty, That Bih Is the Baddest, She Up in That Coupe on Me, Suckin’ Me Up
Yeah, My Money Big Body, My Money Tonka
No, I Don’t Need You, I Really Don’t Want You
My Money Be Twerkin’, My Money Do Dances (Woah)
Yeah, Shut Up
I Already Heard You, I Don’t Wanna Answer
You Ruin Everything You Touch, You a Cancer (Yeah, Yeah)
Yeah, I’m on the Side Where We Win, No
You Not That Guy ’cause I’m Him, Yeah
I Ride That Big Body Right Out the Lot, It’s a Gle, Came With a Tint
I Don’t Wanna Hear None of the Sh_t That You Sayin’, You Cap Out Your Chinny-chin-chin
I’m Rockin’ the Latest Designer, the Finest of Fur, That’s That Chinchilla Skin
They Tryna Copy the Wave and I Told Them They Can’t Even Surf a Wave on It, Yeah
They Steady Been Copying My Sound, They Some Birds, They a Parrot if I’m Being Honest, Yeah
Why You Been Cappin’ ’bout Your Whole Life?
How Is You Rappin’ ’bout a Whole Lie?
How You Stay Rappin’ ’bout These Damn Drugs You Ain’t Ever Tried Once Your Whole Life?
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